เนื้อเพลง Just So You Know - The Game
เนื้อเพลง Just So You Know
[Intro:]
Anybody
OKE
I need anybody
It's the moment ya'll been waiting for
Anybody I need
Anybody I need
End of school, we had a good run right?
Ha ha
[Verse 1:]
Listening to that Drake, I'm like oh sh*t!
This n*gga Drizzy got me thinking bout my old b*tch
You know what? F*ck that b*tch, f*ck that b*tch
You got some bottles in your session, you can f*ck that b*tch
Jesus piece was a motherf*cker,
Gotta thank God like a motherf*cker
Interscope ain't promote that hoe,
But Jimmy I beast to my motherf*cker
I'm back like Joe but in hefty grub
I just signed with Cash Money, yeah n*gga, you know it
Spending all my motherf*cker money and live like goddamn b*tch
Can a motherf*cker live?
Can a motherf*cker live?
Can a motherf*cker live?
Brand new dead, drop top Gatti
Kobin up grove, can a motherf*cker live?
Flies and jet, motherf*cker live
MIA buzzing like a motherf*cking bee
Real n*gga here, real n*gga career
Body anywhere, n*gga, I'm so sincere
Six bottles Ciroc, couple hoes in here
Couple old n*ggas from a 4-4 in here!
N*gga ain't dolo here
Got desert n*ggas on the n*ggas polo here
B*tch back back so my logo clear
It's Rich Gang! Dollar signs on the big chain
Ain't nothing new, I've been f*cking with Wayne!
[Hook:]
Hanging out that window, throwing West Side up, like Pac and you know
In the club we're startin to popping off and you know
20 K, a king of diamonds, b*tch, and you know
California king, hoe, Just So You Know
And you know,
And you know
And you know
Just so you know!
[Verse 2:]
Listening to this Big Sean like, "oh sh*t!"
My lil n*gga Kendrick kills you on your own sh*t
But I f*ck with Sean
It's just Compton, n*gga
I helped him get his Jesus piece back from the mobsters, n*gga!
I've been the middle man for rap n*ggas and jury n*ggas
Ask me find that sh*t like I'm motherf*ckin Siri.
IPhone, ass n*gga! Five homes, yes n*gga!
New coupe slide back with the roof
Hunned 80 proof, gotta throw it back to proof
Air Jordan Ones, North Carolina,
I'm killing these b*tches like Ray Keruf
They salute like soldiers, n*gga
Give, yo game up like soldiers, n*gga
Treat em like lawn chairs, throw them n*gga
Still got the West Coast on my shoulders, n*gga
Keep to the city, that polices is watching,
A hundred thousand on funerals
B*tches calling me Robin
Cause I'm a hood n*gga, doing good, n*gga!
I'm God's favorite, I wish you would n*gga!
[Hook:]
Hanging out that window, throwing West Side up, like Pac and you know
In the club we're startin to popping off and you know
20 K, a king of diamonds, b*tch, and you know
California king, hoe, just so you know
And you know,
And you know
And you know
Just so you know!